My new Mom
This is a story of an eighteen year old starting a new life with his crossdressing dad.
My parents separated when I was three years old and I had to live with my mother, I saw my dad odd weekends and during school holidays as he moved to a town just outside London and we lived in the Midlands area.
Things were working out fine, but as i grew, I started wanting to see more of my dad and not really wanting to live with my mother who I was not getting on with very much.
My dad was great to spend time with and he was always nice to me and helped me with school and hobbies as my mother had no interest at all in anything I did.
Now I have left school and reached eighteen, my dad said I can move in with him, but we had a lot to discuss. I was due to arrive at his house on the Saturday afternoon, but I just could not wait any longer and caught the train and a bus on the Friday afternoon, travelling with just a rucksack and a small suitcase.
I walked up the pathway to my dad's front door around 2pm and rang the bell, I heard a female voice say, "one minute I'm coming".
The door opened and stood before me was a lady in her early forties dressed in a tight-fitting dress and long black hair, there seemed something familiar about her.
"Oh my, Tim you have arrived a day early, I'm not ready for you yet!" she exclaimed.
How did she know my name and why was 'she' not ready for me yet, I wondered.
"Is my dad home?" I asked sheepishly.
"I think you had better come in Tim so I can explain" she replied through rosy, red lipstick.
I followed her inside leaving my bags in the hallway and followed her swaying butt into the living room, as I walked into the room, I could see a reel-to-reel projector and a projector screen set up. All I could think was my dad had got himself a girlfriend.
"Sit down and I shall make us a cuppa" she said softly.
I sat down looking around and could see all the photos of me and my dad but none of my dad and a woman and he never mentioned he was seeing anyone which I thought strange because we talked about everything or so I thought.
She came back into the room a couple of minutes later with two cups of tea, placed one on the small table beside me and sat in my dad's armchair putting her cup on my dad's coaster.
"Is my dad, ok?" I asked sounding a little worried.
"I am fine son, but you have caught me right off guard, I did not want you to find out this way that I am a crossdresser and have been since I was a teenager."
What the fuck, this woman is my dad? Well not a woman then actually but he is dressed like one, and quite a good looking one at that.
"I don't understand, why have you never told me before?" I asked him, looking straight into his eyes.
He went on to explain that his crossdressing is why he and my mom split up, that he found he enjoyed dressing like a woman from an early age and he was also a bisexual, and my mother could not handle it. I listened to his story for a good two hours.
"Do you have any questions, Tim?"
I had many, oh so many, like what do I call him now, dad or mom? What name does his lady form go by, does he have sex with men dressed as a woman? Why have I never seen him dressed this way before or even noticed any women's clothing when I have visited.
He went on to explain that I could call him whatever I was comfortable with, people call him Kathleen when he dressed this way, yes, he has sex with men and women dressed as Kathleen. We spent another 2 hours firing questions and answers at each other. He apologised for not telling me years ago, but he did not want me to stop seeing him or loving him. I assured him that would never have happened.
